Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Sudan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Kas Product,
Skriet,
Eddi Front,
R.M.O.,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Evens,
Nik Kershaw,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Ponytail,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Brass Construction,
Thompson Twins,
Eric B and Rakim,
China Crisis,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Howard Jones,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Brothers Johnson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Amazonics,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
The Moleskins,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Avey Tare,
Section 25,
The Slits,
Simply Red,
Ken Boothe,
The Young Rascals,
Piero Umiliani,
Drexciya,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Inner City,
The Velvet Underground,
Excepter,
Amon Düül,
Arcadia,
Leonard Cohen,
Essential Logic,
Fatback Band,
X-101,
Lakeside,
DJ Sneak,
Public Enemy,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.